I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword's Song 275 275. 76. Idrian Leonberger (2)

Idrian Leonberger was a hero.

There was not one thing that was not heroic during his entrenched dance, and nothing that was not glorious in his achievents.

But if you were as glorious as he was until the past, it was no longer the case.

Rather, his past was an abomination worthy of the condemnation of the saints.

It was a great reflection that the original Holy Spirit was ruthless and made a machete for the lower n, and often insulted or hard those who ca in good faith.

It was also natural for those who bear grudges to appear countless tis.

They never believed the rumors about Idrian Leonberger.

The heroes of the Old World, where people were buzzing, considered the imagination created by the royal family to calm down the chaotic era.

I expected that the ugly stranger would be revealed to the world once the world was calm again.

At that ti, I had no doubt that the falsehood that had been falsely put up would collapse, and that notoriety would be heard again under the thousand thousand thousand.

But no matter how much ti passed, what they expected did not happen.

As Dorian ti passed, Idrian Leonberger's reputation grew.

Around them, Idrian Leonberger's devoted and heroic role began to be seen firsthand.

By that ti, they too were no longer as blurred in rumor as they were before.

They were forced to admit it, too.

Idrian Leonberger, who hated Grotto or , changed.

The apocalypse of incapacity no longer existed in the world.

All that was left was the Knight of Fire Revelation, who grew up to be the hero of the Old World after his childhood.

When they realized that, they felt like the billionaire was falling.

There are still horrible wounds in their bodies, and the hatred in their hearts is still deep, but it's only the past for the wretched.

The terrible things they had suffered had been overco by a mistake once committed by an immature child, accusing them of a narrow and dishonourable controversy, and even hindering their mouths.

Thus they wandered away, losing even the only passage to pour out hatred and hatred.

At that ti, the people sent by the royal family ca to see them.

Through their mouths, Idrian Leonberger repents of his past mistakes and takes the ti to hear that he is looking for victims.

"If the chaotic state is stable, co to the royal palace. He said," I will et you with my arms open at any ti. ""

The ssenger left a short ssage and left as it was.

As a humble person, I'm leaving a sack of money that I won't be able to watch for my entire life. Next to that, I have a silver dal that I made specifically for them.

They could not spend that money in the midst of poverty.

It wasn't because it was dirty.

After spending all the money left by the ssenger, Idrian Leonberger's evil deeds seed to be erased from the world forever.

I could not use a hand to prove the royal guests.

I was afraid that Idrian Leonberger would be what the people of the world were talking about.

One day I heard the sa news as the Cheongcheon Wall.

"His Royal Highness is dead. "

It was Idrian Leonberger's obituary that they hated so much.

And his death was noble enough to be without the hatred they had been holding for decades.

He welcod a powerful enemy who had not even been defeated by the silver lions, and put a royal sword in my chest and burned my life to the ground and violently oxidized it.

If I wanted to live, I would have sacrificed my life like a rooster, even though I could have saved my life.

When they heard that heroic story, their hatred lost direction and their wounds beca indestructible.

They headed to the royal palace like madn.

One day, the royal ssenger left the royal family in his hands.

The Gate of the Royal Palace opened the gates of Katabuta without a word, whether they knew their existence from the very beginning.

And they were imdiately led to the palace of the prince.

"Your Majesty has been waiting for you to co. It's too late."

One of the court knights in broken armor gave them a path with a bare face.

And finally, I was able to confront them who they wanted to et and who they didn't want to et.

In front of the cold-rolled carcass, they had to swallow the blade of the tip of their tongue, which they held toward the enemy.

The one they hated so much was the greedy wretchedness with the fat in their flesh, not the wounded saint who ca to the end of the long journey as a vine.

They stare at the body of Idrian Leonberger in oblivion.

There were no scars and scars on every bare flesh revealed under the white water. None of those curly scars were deeper than the scars left in their bodies.

Seeing the bruises, they thought.

I fought, fought, and heard it again at a young age, when I had no adult appetite.

I didn't believe half of those stories, but now I'm forced to believe them all.

A scar all over his body was proving the hard way he had walked.

I could have been born into a noble royal family and enjoyed all sorts of pleasures, but why did Idrian Leonberger fight to make himself a part of that rough battlefield?

Maybe he lived so intensely to repent of his mistakes and pay for them.

If you really did. If there is any sign of self-inflicted punishnt with a slight scar on the body.

He has already paid enough to be kicked.

"Ten years ago, there was a big incident. "

Those who looked at Idrian Leonberger's corpse in a frenzied manner woke up.

"I foolishly thought it was because of this child, and I resented it and hated it. I ran away from the responsibility I had to bear with it. Actually, it wasn't his fault from the start. "

The King was there when he did not know when he entered, and perhaps he was in his place from the beginning.

"It must have been an unbearable hatred and resentnt for a twelve-year-old, a child who needed parental affection. For the corruption that this child has done to you is from my hatred, and the apology that you should truly receive is not his, but mine. "

They only looked at the king bluntly apologizing.

"Of course, I know that this child's faults will not disappear. So I am going to ask you to be carefree. "

The king asked them as his father, not as a monarch of the nation.

"Don't resent him too much. Just resent your ugly father and insult him. "

They could not answer any of the King's requests.

I just stared at Idrian Leonberger's corpse in oblivion.

Choke.

That's when the door opened.

And beyond that, a man appeared.

"Lungs, Your Majesty. "

The man had a horrible face, a sheep that heard sothing he shouldn't have heard.

"Gee, what did you say? "

The king closed his eyes.

"Ten years ago, the case I knew, is it really the case I knew! "

I shouted in front of the grumpy king.

"Knight of the Abandoned Fortress, three hundred and twenty-three. Are you telling that you left the day they broke the loop on themselves?"

The King did not rebuke the man for disrespect. I just opened my eyes and nodded quietly.

A man twisted his face.

"Don't be ridiculous..."

"There was no one who concealed your existence. He was just playing in the barn of evil adults. "

The truth of the catastrophe that occurred 10 years ago flowed through the king's mouth.

"Did you know that? "

I'm tired of being white in front of that truth.

"It is he who first uncovered the truth of the incident that no one knew. "

"I can't believe it! "

"The sniper threw himself in, and confird the fact several tis through Montpellier. There is no lie in my words. "

The man denied it.

"No way. Your Majesty has acknowledged it himself. He admitted his guilt and encouraged to pay for it myself. "

"Did she say that? "

The king sighed.

"Looks like Baleard's blood was thicker than Leonberger's. So I would insist on a hard path, like everyone else, like my mother. "

The king, who looked at the air for a while, saw the man again.

The man with the deep eyes screams like a seizure.

"Why! If that's the truth! If that's true! Why didn't you reveal the truth? "

"I didn't want him to. The boy needs motivation to put the sword back on you. Even if you carry your hatred and resentnt, I hope you will stand firm. I thought it was best for you, and furthermore for the kingdom. "

The man whispered.

* *

The world turned upside down countless tis. And the ending collapsed.

Guerwain Gust is sober.

Afterwards, I didn't even rember what the story was about.

When he regained consciousness, he was already drunk and spread out in the back alley of the royal palace.

"Why don't you hide it to the end now..."

He leans against the wall and stools like a madman.

Then I twisted my face like a demon.

"Gewwain, Gewwain. Are you trying to escape reality by resenting another? It's ugly and ugly."

The past passed into his head.

I poured out my words to the reunited prince and did not thank him for anything he had given .

With his full support, he reached the best of Sod Expert and was consistent with his ignorance.

At that ti, I thought it was all a sin that the prince should pay. He considered it a price he deserved.

In fact, none of them were his.

The cravings are swollen. The jaws are pushed out.

"Week!"

He stooped.

However, no matter how deep they are, the self-esteem and hatred in their bodies have not diminished.

It was like going back 10 years, back to that horrible ti.

I'd rather be.

At that ti there were others after resentnt and hatred, but now there were themselves.

He struggled with self-esteem, hatred, and hatred for himself.

And desperate.

He was frustrated and frustrated because there was no way to rectify his mistakes, because there was no longer any object to be forgiven in the world.

That's how I beat up the back alley of the royal palace.

Then I heard an unbelievable story.

"His Royal Highness has risen! "

At first, I thought that consciousness was confused and I heard nonsense.

"Your Majesty has risen! "

But soone's screams, which he called bullshit, resounded many tis.

Stinky back alleys, shady corners.

He said it was absurd, and countless tis he confird that he had even suffocated himself.

That's how I lost the back alley.

After a few days, I saw drunkards who raised their glasses at the tavern who went to get a drink.

"Celebrating the birth of His Royal Highness! "

"Long live the Leonbergers! "

There were so many people shouting because it was a blurry sound. Their faces were so bright that they considered it false.

He headed that way to the royal palace.

And I t the prince.

The prince was still alive, not a cold corpse, but rather a shriveled corpse.

Ugh.

He approached the prince as if possessed, and the knights of the winter lord and the prince stopped him.

"It's okay."

The prince bit the knights.

"Your Majesty, let's not get upset. If I disobey your judgnt, I will not forgive you. "

He warned with a cold voice that the Holy Spirit would freeze.

"Don't let it go for nothing. "

"Your Majesty, I buy you sothing that has been offensive to you ever since. Please allow to keep my place. "

"It's okay. Just get out. "

"Just in case..."

"She's really fine. "

"Then I'll be outside the door, so if anything happens, call right away. "

"I'm not a child. Adelia's next door, and I'm worried about sothing. Stop nagging and get out. "

The Winter Holy Week begged for a few more tis, and I retreated.

"Don't be silly. If you do anything useless in a year, I assure you, you will regret being born. "

The Winter Holy Week and Knights who had given such a standing warning took their place, and Guerwain Gust stood before the prince.

His gaze stares at the prince and stops in his hand with a carving knife.

A hand that is less trembling than a lamb with Hydrocephalus, it is certainly just a small, lightweight carving knife butterfly that is incomparable with the one you usually deal with.

"My hands are completely broken. Manah Hart was completely broken. "

Guerwain Gust hardens as he says.

"I pretended to be good enough to start over, and it's self-employnt. Don't you think?"

Seeing him hardened like a statue, the prince laughed, saying, "Is it not good?"

Guerwain Gust is getting bruised.

It was a ss in my head.

I rarely understood what he was saying. I didn't even think about what he was thinking about coming here.

So he just stood there and saw the prince.

Then, after a while, I asked like a squeeze.

"... Why did you do that? "

"What's wrong?"

The prince asked with a clear face.

"Why did you carry a fault you didn't even do! "

"Ah..."

The face of the prince who was smiling hardened.

"I thought I'd thank you for that! I thought I'd say it was beneficial because I could grind and wipe my sword with a source of hatred! I thought I'd shed tears because I was impressed by that virtuous spirit of sacrifice! "

I tried to stop him, but he moved out of control.

"What the hell is that? What the hell is going on? The guy who used to live with his own good taste! I'll lie on my bed like a sick chicken! "

Pot.

The woman who was guarding the prince's side drew a sword and pointed it at his neck.

It was a warning that if you raise your voice again, you will cut it off.

"I asked you if you were a cheat! Oh, my God! It's so cool! Then you mocked us and rebuked us for weakness! I'll do the sa! "

Bang!

The doors open and the knights pour in.

"Don't be weak! Chopsticks! Is Manahart broken? What's that supposed to an? Enough with the manna! "

Or not, Gurwain Gust continues to shout.

"Restart! If your heart is broken, make a ring! "

The knights drew their swords with a harsh face and approached.

But he didn't stop his mouth.

"Why, you can't tell us so easily? It wasn't just your job, so you said it was easy? "

Until then, the woman who was aiming for the sword gave a frightening glance.

And the woman's appearance disappeared.

Bang!

A shock that seed to crush the bone struck the back knee.

Quajic.

At the sa ti, the cold forecast reached the throat.

"How dare you tell whose safety..."

A woman's voice flutters through her ears.

The sword cuts his throat.

Bloody bloodshed.

"Enough."

Then the prince opened his mouth.

The woman who was pressing him withdrew with her sword.

"Adelia, why are you so aggressive? "

"Your Majesty, the sin of making fun of your mouth deserves to die. "

"All the rangers must die first, then. "

"If you wish..."

"Are you crazy? Why are you standing there all day? Kill to live. My heart is just pounding because I live in Adelia."

"Are you okay? "

The woman who had lived on her back ran to the prince with a face that seed to cry right away.

"Your Majesty! How bad are you? "

Before the winter solstice, the Holy Spirit asked with a frowny face.

"It's okay now. But when you scream like this, it's gonna get really bad."

The Lord and the Knights kept their mouths shut as if they had made a promise.

"I'm going to live now. "

That's how the prince beca a happy face.

"Hmm."

His gaze turned to Guerwain Gust on his knees.

"Well, I won't ask anyone who heard that story. It doesn't matter. "

The tone of the prince was extrely calm.

"Start over? "

Guerwain Gust provocatively shoots the prince.

It was like we did, but you looked like you couldn't.

The prince laughed at the provocative gaze.

"You don't have to provoke like that. "

And to add,

"If it was a start, I would have done it right away. "

He said he had already started anew.

Proud of crooked sculptures and carving knives.